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Monday, December 12, 2005

Winter of Discontent

You know that it’s Christmas when a range of very peculiar objects start to crop up in shops:

- Books called “2000 Semi-Funny Cartoons On The Subject Of Mothers-

- Plastic Hong-Kong artefacts that, hilariously, buzz when you touch them;

- Machine-knitted socks with oddly cubistic motifs of reindeers and tiny

and so on ad delirium infinitum*.

These are things that nobody would ever buy for themselves, which is why December is the only time they see the daylight.

Somehow, as you stand bewildered & lost on Regent Street, it eludes you that...

if people WANTED cubic motif socks, they would be on sale the whole year around.

What? Did I hear you scoff that you would never descend into that sort of Christmas shopping madness?


Do you mind if I have a peak into that bag of yours? Oh, look! A cookie jar shaped like a shark! A scented candle, optimistically named Serenity!

See, we are all just a tiny sliver of civilisation away from madness.

*oink, oinkus, oinkae…


At 5:36 PM, Anonymous Nothing But Bonfires said...

Oh my god, you have totally looked into my bag and found that I am buying each of my siblings a Parsley Blemish Stick. For real! They're the absolute best for getting rid of spots. Put it on at night and in the morning, the blemish is gone!

It seemed like such a good idea at the time (and at the time I was semi-drunk internet shopping at 2am) but I'm a little worried about their faces on Christmas morning.


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